I do not want to answer my questions, I just think out loud - in writing - because if I was talking to true, there would be nobody to hear me. I am not a case of I feel so alone in this crowd , there is only me here right now, that's all.
I thought the friendship and expiration dates. How soon after how many days, weeks, months, years of silence can we consider that a person is no longer a friend but a mere acquaintance? How far the good memories can they justify that pushes away the moment you take the bridges certainly cut? In the same way, when does a colleague becomes a presence imposed by a workplace or school?
I find it difficult to affix labels to certain relationships, and I know some who would tell me the devil categories, compartments and Tupperware for that matter, but it sometimes becomes difficult to disentangle all these links woven.
We're friends, but I dare not tell you about a certain topic related closely to the person you are, because I refuse to be nasty. I'm afraid of breaking what we have just because I understand better than you what you need.
I miss you, but our lives are like so little, I feel I know nothing of this universe unknown which you're doing so well. I have nothing to bring you so I keep my distance.
I think if we met today, we do not get along particularly well. It would be perhaps from time to time with other people, nothing more.
You, on the contrary, I appreciate you probably better if our paths crossed without the baggage of those years when we knew only distance, without exchanging anything other than platitudes.
And you ... I would not know what to tell ya, if we saw. I always hated the question what's new? because after a relatively short time, the answer becomes inevitably any , everything is new, the daily changes, habits, too. What holds us back again? Memories, moments to laugh, drink, talk as if they were going to have much to say until the end of our old age?
I feel that if I made less effort to maintain our friendship, you would not make it either.
I'll take a bit too much for granted. I should not, because you bring me a lot, probably more than you think.
We do not see very often, but you always hear me attentively, and despite ups and downs and some tough times, I hope you know I'm still here. You give me always seem to believe in my abilities and your trust is precious to me.
All that to say that I do not always or not always where I fall over you, or you, or you. Anyway, I'm all alone here. This is not the way to get answers to his questions, does not it?
I thought the friendship and expiration dates. How soon after how many days, weeks, months, years of silence can we consider that a person is no longer a friend but a mere acquaintance? How far the good memories can they justify that pushes away the moment you take the bridges certainly cut? In the same way, when does a colleague becomes a presence imposed by a workplace or school?
I find it difficult to affix labels to certain relationships, and I know some who would tell me the devil categories, compartments and Tupperware for that matter, but it sometimes becomes difficult to disentangle all these links woven.
We're friends, but I dare not tell you about a certain topic related closely to the person you are, because I refuse to be nasty. I'm afraid of breaking what we have just because I understand better than you what you need.
I miss you, but our lives are like so little, I feel I know nothing of this universe unknown which you're doing so well. I have nothing to bring you so I keep my distance.
I think if we met today, we do not get along particularly well. It would be perhaps from time to time with other people, nothing more.
You, on the contrary, I appreciate you probably better if our paths crossed without the baggage of those years when we knew only distance, without exchanging anything other than platitudes.
And you ... I would not know what to tell ya, if we saw. I always hated the question what's new? because after a relatively short time, the answer becomes inevitably any , everything is new, the daily changes, habits, too. What holds us back again? Memories, moments to laugh, drink, talk as if they were going to have much to say until the end of our old age?
I feel that if I made less effort to maintain our friendship, you would not make it either.
I'll take a bit too much for granted. I should not, because you bring me a lot, probably more than you think.
We do not see very often, but you always hear me attentively, and despite ups and downs and some tough times, I hope you know I'm still here. You give me always seem to believe in my abilities and your trust is precious to me.
All that to say that I do not always or not always where I fall over you, or you, or you. Anyway, I'm all alone here. This is not the way to get answers to his questions, does not it?
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